Ходячий замок
Chapter 8
FairfaxpausedtobeambenevolentlyatMichael,andSophiedashedintotheskippingropeforherturn.“ButsomeonetoldmeLettiewasfondofsomeoneelse,”shesaid.
“Sorryforhim,youmean,”saidMrs.Fairfax.Sheloweredhervoice.“There’saterribledisabilitythere,”shewhisperedsuggestively,“andit’saskingtoomuchofanygirl.Itoldhimso.I’msorryforhimmyself—”
Sophiemanagedamystified“Oh?”
“—butit’safearsomelystrongspell.It’sverysad,”Mrs.Fairfaxwouldon.“Ihadtotellhimthere’snowaysomeoneofmyabilitiescanbreakanythingthat’sputonbytheWitchoftheWaste.Howlmight,butofcoursehecan’taskHowl,canhe?”
HereMichael,whokeptlookingnervouslytothecornerofthehouseincaseHowlcamerounditanddiscoveredthem,managedtotramplethroughtheskippingropeandstopitbysaying,“Ithinkwe’dbetterbegoing.”
“Areyousureyouwon’tcomeinforatasteofmyhoney?”askedMrs.Fairfax.“Iuseitinnearlyallmyspells,youknow.”Andshewasoffagain,thistimeaboutthemagicalpropertiesofhoney.MichaelandSophiewalkedpurposefullydownthepathtothegateandMrs.Fairfaxdriftedbehindthem,talkingawayandsorrowfullystraighteningplantsthatthedoghadbentasshetalked.SophiemeanwhilerackedherbrainforawaytofindouthowMrs.FairfaxknewLettiewasLettie,withoutupsettingMichael.Mrs.Fairfaxpausedtogaspabitassheheavedalargelupineupright.
Sophietooktheplunge.“Mrs
